Nightfall

Volume Two Chapter 291 The Winter of the Winter Lake, Sang Sang sings to Donghu

Sang Sang's right hand was in the cold night wind. (_ 彩 & 虹 & 文 & 学) (_ 彩 & 虹 & 文 & 学)

There was a ray of light on the belly of her index finger. The ray of light suddenly melted into a faint flame. The color of the flame was unusually white, with no trace of impurities, and a holy taste.

Immediately afterwards, her thumb, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger also gave birth to this holy flame at the same time, shining the abnormality of her little black hand *.

These holy blazes are Haotian Shenhui.

Haotian Shenhui between her fingers was swooned by the night breeze.

More holy **** glow, from her brand new clothes and cloth gaps, from her little black face, from the end of her yellow hair, oozing her thin body and being held by her The **** umbrella in the left hand seemed to sense something, closing slowly without the wind, and the silence rested on her leg.

There is a lot of light on the cliff of Yanming Lake.

Sang Sang shines brightly.

Like the endless Haotian Shenhui, she spewed out from her thin body, instantly illuminating the snow-covered cliff in front of her, the snow lake under the cliff, and the broken well on the other side of the lake. The snow bridge reeds on the west bank and the winter forest snow monks on the east bank illuminate the entire Chang'an city.

The holy and blazing light shot from the shore of Yanming Lake to the sky dome and spread to every corner of Chang'an City. The deep night seemed to usher in a solemn sunrise, as bright as the day.

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On the cliff beside Yanming Lake.

Hao Tian Shen Hui outside Sang Sang's body seemed to have no temperature, because her hair was not curled and her clothes were not charred, but the flames that had become a burning flame seemed to be really burning.

There was no trace of the blood stained on her clothes being burned, and the dirt and snow on the shoes were all converted into blue smoke, and all the dirt was purified, and it became more clean and transparent than clean.

As transparent as her people.

One day in the 14th year of Tianqi, the old man who fled the Xiling Temple came to Chang'an City. He bought a bowl of hot and sour noodle soup, poured half a bowl of hot and sour noodle soup, and stained his cotton jacket. Seeing a black and thin girl in Laobi Zhai of Seventeen Lanes, he has been reluctant to leave.

The old man looked at her, followed her, said to her that she had a good chance, and taught her her lifeless secrets, and said with emotion, I have never seen a more transparent existence than you.

So Sang Sang is transparent.

Therefore, the Haotian Divine Radiance emanating from her body has no loss and no refraction, just as holy and pure as the original Divine Radiance.

The Xiling Temple has been painstaking to the Taoist generation and has mastered the Haotian Divine Skills. For example, Dao Ye Yehongyu is good at this Dao. However, no one in Daomen can give Haotian Shenhui that is purer than Sang Sang.

Because she was a bright heir.

She is the bright daughter.

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Under the white light, the reeds on the west bank bridge shone like white jade stone.

Ye Hongyu held the railing tightly and looked at the dazzling light on the lake in the distance. She was shocked and unable to speak. She knew that Sang Sang knew magic, and she had consulted with the little maid, but she never knew Sang Sang. The true divine ability is actually so strong.

At this time, it should have been late at night, unable to borrow the glory of Haotian. She could n’t understand how Sang Sang could release so much light. Although she knew that she was the only descendant of the light seat in the world, the Xiling Temple wholeheartedly wanted to return Taoshan People, she still can not understand.

No one understood the light by Yanming Lake at this time, including Ye Su standing on the city wall, but he did not try to understand the scene he saw before him like his sister did.

Looking at the divine light that illuminates the night sky and perceiving the breath there, the observant successor's face was filled with a pious and shocked look, and muttered, "Good pure light."

The brother standing by Ye Su's side, also looking at the direction of Yanming Lake, he did not move, nor laughed, but instead looked very solemn, do not know what to worry about.

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Under the snow bridge outside the barracks, General Yulin and the practitioners at Tianshu looked blankly in the direction of Yanming Lake. The light shone the emotions on their faces clearly.

Xu Shi looked up at the beautiful light reflected by the dark clouds in the night sky. His movements were extremely heavy, and his wrinkled old cheeks were filled with questions.

Brother II, sitting cross-legged on the snow bridge, lowered his head most of the time from day to night. At this time, he finally raised his head and looked at the light at Yanming Lake. It was very rare to show a sincere smile.

Then he looked at Xu Shi and said, "This is a miracle."

Although this is not a miracle created by the Academy, but a miracle is a miracle. After Master Yan Se and the bright priest died together, the second brother climbed up to the Unnamed Mountain and watched the little maid holding the ashes into the urn. I think a miracle will happen to the little maid in the future.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to argue with the most respected brother.

Tonight he finally saw the miracle that happened to Sang Sang, so he began to smile.

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In the winter forest on the east coast of Yanming Lake, Qi Nian was covered with tens of thousands of snow like cicada wings. It looked like a Buddha statue carved from ice and snow. No matter how fierce the fighting was on the snow lake, this Buddhist sect always walked Remaining silent, he keeps his heart, against the man behind the cicada, calmly waiting for the result.

When Haotian Shenhui appeared on the cliff, he suddenly opened his eyes, and Bo Xue fell from his eyes, and a lot of complex emotions appeared in his gentle but firm eyes.

Those emotions are compassion, peace, struggling, and finally into praise.

In the winter forest, the cicada's cicada has been quiet and quiet, and there have been changes at this time. The rhythm of the cicada's sound strangely shows apathy and aversion, but the tone is somewhat satisfactory.

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Pavilion outside the snow palace of the palace.

Li Qingshan, the Datang State Master, looked at the bright light of the night sky from the south, and his right hand, which was wiping his beard, shuddered abruptly, pulling off a few long beards, and an incredible expression appeared on his face.

Master Huang Yang, who was standing next to the snow clock, looked at Yanming Lake, opened his lips slightly, and his sigh turned into a compassionate Buddha's horn, and his palm seemed to unconsciously flap on the clock face.

The thin snow on the ancient clock broke apart and slid down to the ground along the clock face.

The melodious and solemn bells spread far away in the night like day.

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The world in Sang Sang's eyes is white at this time.

Pure and flawless white.

That is a bright color.

Her eyes did not stay in those pure divine worlds, but she looked silently at the back on the snow lake and felt the message conveyed by that thought.

The thought was calling desperately, so greedy, so hungry, even with a hint of panic, like a devil who wanted to devour her flesh.

Sang Sang clearly felt this meaning, but she did not panic. In the flaming Haotian dignity, she calmly opened her spiritual world and opened to the lack of thoughts on the other side.

Some consciousness has long become Sang Sang's instinct, her spirit, her flesh and blood, her dignity, her life, everything about her is hers, and she is also lacking, she can not hesitate to communicate with He shared, or dedicated to him, if so, why not fear? Where can I panic?

She is Ning Que's destiny, Ning Que is also her destiny, then I will give you as much as you want, even if it is all, what you want, I will give you, even if it is life.

If the relationship between the practitioner and natal life is a companion, Ning Que and Sang Sang are the first class companions in the world. They are not high mountains and flowing water, but pots and pans and stoves. There is no need to try to understand each other, they understand each other by nature.

If the relationship between the practitioner and the life is intimate, Ning Que and Sang Sangben are the two closest people in the world. They have eaten together and lived together since childhood, and they fell asleep during the scorching heat. Take pride in writing with a branch, and when you smile, you will know that your hands were cut by the edges when you were doing the dishes.

If there is really a fate of heaven, then fifteen years ago, Haotian let them meet in the starved Hebei County, and then began to live together and die together, once lived together and died together, and will continue to live together and die together, this is fate .

It seems that all this is already doomed.

There seems to be a connection in the middle.

At this time, Sang Sang's Haotian Shenhui, whose life was burning, had to follow the passage in the sky to the person.

The breath between heaven and earth was suddenly calm.

In the bright light, Sang Sang's face was white, frowning, and he seemed to be very painful, but there was a smile on his face.

The flaming Haotian Shenhui on her body suddenly condensed into a beam and shot towards the bottom of the cliff, forming a light bridge, connecting Yanming Mountain and Yanming Lake.

The endless Haotian Shenhui, through this light bridge, passed through the cold wind on the snow lake, and it was continuously lost into Ning Que's body, making the park knife he was holding bright!

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The glorious Haotian Shenhui made Xiahou's eyes suddenly shrink, but he was burned to become yellow in a very short moment, showing a look of shock and fear.

He felt that this was not the magnificent Haotian Shenhui, but the real Haotian Shenhui, the kind of power he feared the most. Although he had already betrayed the Mozong and turned to the door, he was still afraid.

Countless Haotian Shenhui spit out from the blade and enveloped Xiahou's body. These flames, which should have been solemn and compassionate, seemed so cold at this time, relentlessly burning his spirit and spirit.

These divine radiances, at this moment if they would rather lack their own divine radiances, so he was not affected in any way. His blade was sharp, carrying a dazzling blazing flame, and cut forward!

This knife is his most familiar knife method, and also the simplest one, without any fancy tricks, but only from top to bottom, but it is also his most powerful knife. On the shore of Subi Lake, he cut off the heads of countless horse thieves. At the side door of the college, he cut Liu Yiqing into waste with a knife.

The iron gun in Xiahou's hand could no longer withstand the awe-inspiring power of the knife and the burning purification of Haotian Shenhui.

The blade continued to go down.

Xiahou shouted loudly, like a thunder blasting on the snowy lake, and saw that his pair of iron hands struck forward with the power of a rail bridge, and rigidly clamped Ning Que's knife in his fist!

The huge impact of Xiahou's double fist passed from the knife body to the knife handle, and then to Ning Que's body, but he seemed to be unaware, lowering his head and pursing his lips, he continued to press without a word!

Spitting Haotian Shenhui's blade, burning Xiahou's fist, moving slowly and unstoppably downward, getting closer and closer to his thin and pale face.

Faced with the imminent death, Xiahou made a crazy howling and made his final effort to lift the seriously injured foot and kicked to Ning Que's waist and abdomen!

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Even if Xiahou kicked Ning Que in the kick, he could no longer block Ning Que's blade and those Haotian Shenhui on the blade, but he did so because he wanted Ning Que to die with himself.

However, he failed to do so together.

At the moment when his toes kicked Zhong Ning's waist, a breath spread along his legs into Xiahou's body, entered his sea of ​​knowledge, and finally turned into an extremely thick **** smell in his mouth and nose.

Xiahou is familiar with that breath because he has felt it before.

He was very new to that breath because he had not felt it for many years.

The breath that turned into a thick **** smell was so indifferent, so high and vast, as if standing on a very distant sky and staring at him.

Then Xiahou heard a cicada.

The cicadas heard in the palace during the day, he thought it was auditory hallucinations.

The cicada heard when he stepped into Yanming Lake at twilight, he felt really illusory.

At this time, before he died, he heard cicada again, this time he confirmed that it was true.

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Ning Que was kicked directly and fell heavily in the snow. He struggled to support his body and wanted to get up to make up for Xiahou, but after all, it was futile to struggle. He had to sit in the snow with gasps.

Xiahou had a knife edge on his body, which was very straight, starting at the forehead, and then extended downward, cutting his nose and lips, chest and abdomen.

The blood oozed out of the flesh that fluttered at the edge of the knife. The battle tonight was too violent. He bleeds too much blood. At this time, the remaining blood in the body can only seep, and it looks more miserable.

Xiahou didn't fall down, looked down at the deep blood on his chest. This knife wound might not be fatal for him at the peak, but he was not able to bear it at this time.

The surrounding Haotian Shenhui, for some reason, did not converge, but continued to burn. The cold lake water seemed to become lamp oil, the snow seemed to become coal, and the entire Yanming Lake seemed to be burning, radiating dazzling The light of the lake makes everything shining on the lake clear.

Under the shining of Shen Hui, Xiahou looked at the knife edge on his chest and knew that death was about to come. He slowly released his hand and allowed the two amputated guns to fall, and the falling snow splashed.

The bell ringing in the palace in the distance finally came to Yanming Lake.

Xiahou looked up at the beginning of the bell, wondering if he was thinking of his sister.

The bell sounded again.

A buzzing sounded from his burly and mountainous body, and numerous fine gravel splattered from his body and scattered all around, as if he had hidden the dust for decades.

The melodious bells kept ringing and echoed in the quiet Changan city.

Flapping Flapping!

Xia Hou's body made a series of muffled noises, and the surface suddenly collapsed. In some places, it was high and raised, with broken bones, and the traces were like being smashed out with a fist.

These are Tang's fists.

In the series of assassinations on the wasteland, Tang risked death and worked hard to injure Xiahou's armor with a blood knife, leaving a dozen punches on his body.

In the past these days, Xiahou used his powerful real energy and terrifying state to forcibly suppress these fist wounds. At this time, Haotian Shenhui burned the meridian crystal wall in his body, so he could not suppress these fist intentions. It broke out at this moment.

Previously, he used the mysterious magic technique to suppress the injuries, and the wounds broke out again. Numerous wounds reappeared on his skin, and the picture looked extremely strange.

Before dying, it is necessary to reexperience the wounds once suffered and to suffer the pain again. It must be said that this is a very cruel thing.

Xiahou's viscera was all broken, and it could even be said to have become a rotten thing.

There was not much blood in the muscles, and there was still a lot of blood in the internal organs, so Xiahou began to cough up blood, with black thick blood flowing down his esophagus and trachea into his mouth, and then overflowing his lips.

Xiahou stood in the snow, coughing up blood and laughing.

Ning Que sat in the snow, silent for a long time, and then laughed.

The smiles of the two have very different meanings.

Sang Sang sat in the snow on the cliff of Yanming Mountain and looked very weak. She looked at the picture on the lake in the distance and knew that Ning Que did not want to laugh at this time. He must want to cry.

Thinking of this, she felt sour and started to cry.

The cool tears kept flowing in her little black face, but she couldn't wash the smile that gradually appeared.

This was really a happy thing, so she hummed gently.

"We are from mountains and rivers ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ is going to take your life."

"We are from the river, we are going to take your life."

"We are from the prairie, to take your life."

"We are from a small village with no people in Yanjing. We will take your life."

"We are from the uninhabited General Mansion in Chang'an City, and we will take your life."

The song's words are the clumsy revenge poem she helped Ning Que write.

Tune is a lullaby that Ning Que often sang to her when she was a child.

Sang Sang's voice is very soft, and still a little childish, it is not good.

But at this time, the singing from the cliff was so moving, lingering on the winter lake.

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